Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.